The Reunion Fairy has it in for me

10 year HS reunion coming up.

Ugh.

I went and bought a new shirt to wear.

And despite my mother's opinion, I'm wearing blue jeans.

THAT was a fun conversation.

Me: I'm buying a new shirt for the reunion.

Mom: I hope you're not wearing jeans.

Me: Mom. It's going to be at a club/bar. What else would I wear?

Mom: At least some dress pants...

Me: These are the people I went to HS with Mother. It's not like I'm going on a job interview.

Last night I was on the phone with my friend (also going to the Reunion) and we were discussing our choice of outfits. As I was describing my shirt, it hit me. It's orange. And I'm wearing blue jeans. My HS colors were orange and blue. Holy shit, people are going to think I'm some sort of cheerleading-GO-MAVS-psycho. Fuck.

One can only hope the bar/club is so dark you can't really make out the color of my shirt.

To top it off. As I was trying on clothes for said Reunion I managed to scratch my face with a hanger. That's right. I now have a long "gash" across the right side of my cheek.

And then this morning. A zit.

A big fat zit popped up on the top of my nose.

If I hadn't already dropped the effin' $60.00 to go, I'd have scrapped the whole idea. Sucks.

Maybe I'll have to rethink that whole "not getting drunk" plan. We'll see.